The Master's Challenge: A Steamy Billionaire Romance

By Simone Leigh

Fake Marriage?

How is it possible?

She knows it is real.

He knows it is real.

Why would it be questioned?

And what are the consequences?

A Steamy Billionaire Romance

Approx 8,400 Words

• Language: English
• Publisher: Simone Leigh Publishing
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023

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The Billionaire’s Bride

A ‘Bought by the Billionaire’ Sequel

Part Nine

The Master’s Challenge

A BDSM, Billionaire, Erotic Romance

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Written By Simone Leigh

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The Master’s Challenge

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Chapter One

My Master draws in air. What is being said, Elizabeth, is… that I married you as a form of tax evasion. As a way of putting assets in your name and avoiding liabilities.

WTF?

"They’re saying our marriage is fake?"

That's about the size of it.

But… I’m spluttering… "Where the hell have they got that from? How can they say our marriage is fake? We’re actually married. I distinctly remember the wedding, the service, the big meringue dress."

He cracks a smile. Yes, my Love, I have fond memories of that dress myself.

When you bent me forward over the couch before we’d barely crossed the threshold, then fucked me raw still wearing it…

So what do they expect? We have a marriage certificate. Witnesses, including the registrar. Wedding photos. Of course we’re really married.

"Yes, my Love, of course we are. It’s complete rubbish as we both know. And when all’s said and done, what can they do? I live with my beautiful wife in our wonderful home and that’s the end of it. He pauses, then blows out his cheeks. I’ll admit to being baffled as to how this arose. I need a serious word with Douglas if my personal affairs are raising this kind of question."

Douglas Johnson, your Head of Accounts? You think he’s let something slip past him?

He sucks at his teeth. Splays fingers, rocking his hand. It’s not like him. He’s been in post for years and there’s a reason he handles the company tax finances as well as mine personally. He has a standing instruction of course to keep taxes to a minimum but not by playing fast and loose by the law.

It smacks of jealousy to me, I say. My husband’s steel-blue gaze is intense, weighing me. Our marriage is real and anyone who knows us understands that. So what could it achieve? It sounds like petty spite. You know, the kind of person who’ll scrape a coin over car paintwork because… I raise twinned fingers in air commas… don’t have one, so why should you?

He pulls on an ear, staring into space, seeming about to speak. But then, he clams up. "But who would it come from? Anyone with the financial nous or stature to compete with me knows better than to